Saturday morning started out normal enough. The kids got up, ate breakfast, and began asking if they could go swimming. So Jason and I took our coffee outside and watched them shiver, er, frolic.
That’s when things took a turn for the hilarious.
“HEY!” Jensen said. “LET’S DO A TRIATHALON.”
The kids decided they would swim four laps of the pool, then bike twice around the block (1 mile) and then run once around the block (1/2 mile).
I grabbed more coffee, and my camera.
Jensen went first. Her nickname should be “Turbodog,” because she has boundless energy. She swam, biked, and ran with equal ferocity, finishing with a time of 17 minutes, 23 seconds.
See that picture of her? Running in a swim coverup and converses? Smiling? She gets that from Jason.
Hollyn, believing that she would smoke Jensen’s time because she’s older and taller, went next. It was shortly after the swim that Hollyn realized that a breakfast of sugary carbs is not the best triathalon fuel. She finished with a time of 22 minutes, 39 seconds.
And then there was Tyler, who does not have a competitive bone in his body and is also terrified of bicycles. His time was 23 minutes, 52 seconds.
Jensen had a great time. The feelings of the other two can be summed up by this helpful infographic:
I’m kidding. They enjoyed cheering each other on, and I think they gained an appreciation for the amount of training required to perform a real athletic endeavor. I’m proud of all three of them.